On Big Earrings
Or: how to let your earlobes rip while wearing clothes you really like
I have long been against big earrings. Call it my inability to see beyond the large gem stones chandeliering from my ears (chandel-ear-ing), creating a new set of tchotchkes to further complicate and in turn make less consumable my look. Interesting, maybe, but during a time where I am purchasing New Balance sneakers and wearing outfits that resemble all too keenly the cloth-filled endeavors of my grandfather, am I really concerned with appearing interesting?
I guess not but that’s the point.
Recently, I’ve taken a liking toward the larger-than-life earrings that have been known to rip my earlobes in half – case in point: the large pair of gold hoops my parents bought for me when when I was 16. Because I am not Gretchen Weiner and therefore maintain no allegiance to Regina George, there was no sanction on my wearing the hoops – so I would.
Then one day, deep into my stint moonlighting as Jennifer Lopez, I was putting my coat away and readying myself to walk away from the dispatched jacket when one hoop got caught on a nearby hook. I felt a burning sensation as the hole tore through my ear. I lifted my hand to my ear to assess the damage and caught sight of the excessive blood staining my finger tips. I cried.
Once that shit was stitched back up, I vowed never to wear large earrings again and yet, here I am. Maybe I’m still on the heels of Beyonce’s concert and therefore living in her shadow, or maybe, just maybe, the very uninteresting clothing now cloaking my body leave room to allow me the liberty of appendages made from tchotchkes. What you’ll find in the slideshow above is a set of three outfits chronicling precisely how I intend to wear big earrings, storing a sense of comfort in my consciousness while remembering that these babies are clip-on.
Earring by Dannijo.
Outfit #1, which includes the green football tee and navy blue high waist pants is a look suitable for a. drinks with your dentist, b. a stroll down York Avenue, c. museum traipsing with an old colleague or d. walking up and down the escalator at JFK airport. (Isabel Marant long sleeve tee, Zimmermann pants, Brian Atwood heels.)
Outfit #2 is what I call: what weirdos wear to weddings. As far as I’m concerned, gown skirts are greater than gowns, the difficulty here is in what a skirt-wearer is supposed to wear on top. I’ve settled on men’s oxfords but the question still lingers for your answering. I will say that pairing a choker with the earrings was deliberate as ass because I am not above going big at the expense of someone else going home. (Lands End white shirt, Peter Soronen skirt, Isabel Marant heels, Delfina Delettrez collar.)
And finally, in what is the most casual way to pair your earrings: why not wear a silk dress that may or may not actually be a nightgown with a utility jacket (wear it over your shoulders for extra pretension points) and sneakers. Show the world your legs while you’re at it. Angelina Jolie would have wanted it that way. (Miu Miu dress, Rag & Bone jacket, Golden Goose sneakers).